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So this week, I started seeing black & white photos of my friends and colleagues popping up all over my Instagram and Facebook feeds. “Great,” I was thinking, “another photo challenge.” What was this one for? The causes, although sometimes with good intentions, can also sometimes seem a bit endless. However, I figured I had…
It is in the gathering of women, whether to weep or laugh in abandoned honesty, dripping dreams and fears,but never the wine… that sisterhood of commonality that “yes, you are different” (but not really THAT different) and that it’s ok to be strong and frail, happy and sad, hopeful and scared all at the exact…
So get this… everybody has dreams right? Right. But at some point in their life, young or old, rich or poor, happy or sad – everyone has, not just dreams, but a dream. A goal. A wish. An idea of how “x” would be if “y” would happen. So what did happen? What thing occurred (or didn’t occur) that caused “y” to never see the light of day. When did the dream die?
I make a lot of mistakes. Like, a lot. Sometimes big, sometimes small, always wrong. Mistakes in money, mistakes in friendships… according to my stomach, that salted caramel shake last night was definitely a mistake. Like… they are endless. But guess what? I survived each one, and I’ve learned my lesson. And that is the key. Every. Single. Time.